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to fall in love with a man I've only met once； and a farmboy at that。
〃Moiraine； the Light blind you；〃 she muttered； 〃whatever you brought me here for； e out from wherever you're hiding and tell me so I can go！
The only answer was the sweet song of the graywings。 With a grimace she went in search of a place to cool off。
Chapter 25
（Rising Sun）
Cairhien
The city of Cairhien lay across hills against the River Alguenya； and Rand's first sight of it came from the hills to the north； by the light of the midday sun。 Elricain Tavolin and the fifty Cairhienin soldiers still seemed like guards to him … the more since crossing the bridge at the Gaelin； they became more stiff the further south they rode … but Loial and Hurin did not appear to mind； so he tried not to。 He studied the city； as large as any he had seen。 Fat ships and broad barges filled the river； and tall granaries sprawled along the far bank； but Cairhien seemed to be laid out in a precise grid behind its high； gray walls。 Those walls themselves made a perfect square； with one side hard along the river。 In just as exact a pattern； towers rose within the walls； soaring as much as twenty times the height of the wall； yet even from the hills Rand could see that each one ended in a jagged top。
Outside the city walls； surrounding them from riverbank to riverbank； lay a warren of streets； crisscrossing at all angles and teeming with people。 Foregate； Rand knew it was called； from Hurin； once there had been a market village for every city gate； but over the years they had all grown into one； a hodgepodge of streets and alleys growing up every which way。
As Rand and the others rode into those dirt streets； Tavolin put some of his soldiers to clearing a path through the throng； shouting and urging their horses forward as if to trample any who did not get out of the way quickly。 People moved aside with no more than a glance； as if it were an everyday occurrence。 Rand found himself smiling； though。
The Foregate people's clothes were shabby more often than not； yet much of it was colorful； and there was a raucous bustle of life to the place。 Hawkers cried their wares； and shopkeepers called for people to examine the goods displayed on tables before their shops。 Barbers； fruit…peddlers； knife…sharpeners； men and women offering a dozen services and a hundred things for sale； wandered through the crowds。 Music drifted through the babble from more than one structure； at first Rand thought they were inns； but the signs out front all showed men playing flutes or harps； tumbling or juggling； and large as they were； they had no windows。 Most of the buildings in Foregate seemed to be wood； however big they were； and a good many looked new； if poorly made。 Rand gaped at several that stood seven stories or more； they swayed slightly； though the people hurrying in and out did not seem to notice。
〃Peasants；〃 Tavolin muttered； staring straight ahead in disgust。 〃Look at them； corrupted by outland ways。 They should not be here。〃
〃Where should they be？〃 Rand asked。 The Cairhienin officer glared at him and spurred his horse forward； flogging at the crowd with his quirt。
Hurin touched Rand's arm。 〃It was the Aiel War； Lord Rand。〃 He looked to make sure none of the soldiers were close enough to hear。 〃Many of the farmers were afraid to go back to their lands near the Spine of the World； and they all came here； near enough。 That's why Galldrian has the river full of grain barges up from Andor and Tear。 There's no crops ing from farms in the east because there aren't any farms anymore。 Best not to mention it to a Cairhienin though； my Lord。 They like to pretend the war never happened； or at least that they won it。〃
Despite Tavolin's quirt； they were forced to halt while a strange procession crossed their path。 Half a dozen men； beating tambours and dancing； led the way for a string of huge puppets； each half again as tall as the men who worked them with long poles。 Giant crowned figures of men and women in long； ornate robes bowed to the crowd amid the shapes of fanciful beasts。 A lion with wings。 A goat； walking on its hind legs； with two heads； both of which were apparently meant to be breathing fire； from the crimson streamers hanging from the two mouths。 Something that seemed to be half cat and half eagle； and another with a bear's head on a man's body； which Rand took to be a Trolloc。 The crowd cheered and laughed as they pranced by。
〃Man who made that never saw a Trolloc；〃 Hurin grumbled。 〃Head's too big； and it's too skinny。 Likely didn't believe in them； either； my Lord； any more than in those other things。 The only monsters these Foregate folk believe in are Aiel。〃
〃Are they having a festival？〃 Rand asked。 He did not see any sign of it other than the procession； but he thought that there must be a reason for that。 Tavolin ordered his soldiers forward again。
〃No more than every day； Rand；〃 Loial said。 Walking alongside his horse； the blanket…wrapped chest still strapped to his saddle； the Ogier drew as many looks as the puppets had。 Some even laughed and clapped as they had for the puppets。 〃I fear Galldrian keeps his people quiet by entertaining them。 He gives gleemen and musicians the King's Gift； a bounty in silver； to perform here in the Foregate； and he sponsors horse races down by the river every day。 There are fireworks many nights； too。〃 He sounded disgusted。 〃Elder Haman says Galldrian is a disgrace。〃 He blinked； realizing what he had said； and looked around hurriedly to see if any of the soldiers had heard。 None seemed to have。
〃Fireworks；〃 Hurin said； nodding。 〃The Illuminators have built a chapter house here； I've heard； the same as in Tanchico。 I didn't half mind seeing the fireworks； when I was here before。〃
Rand shook his head。 He had never seen fireworks elaborate enough to require even one Illuminator。 He had heard they only left Tanchico to put on displays for rulers。 It was a strange place he was ing to。
At the tall； square archway of the city gate； Tavolin ordered a halt and dismounted by a squat stone building just inside the walls。 It had arrowslits instead of windows； and a heavy； iron…bound door。
〃A moment； my Lord Rand；〃 the officer said。 Tossing his reins to one of the soldiers； he disappeared inside。
With a wary look at the soldiers … they sat their horses rigidly in two long files； Rand wondered what they would do if he and Loial and Hurin tried to leave … he took the opportunity to study the city that lay before him。
Cairhien proper was a sharp contrast to the chaotic bustle of the Foregate。 Broad； paved streets； wide enough to make the people in them seem fewer than they were； crossed each other at right angles。 Just as in Tremonsien； the hills had been carved and terraced to straight lines。 Closed sedan chairs； some with small pennants bearing the sigil of a House； moved with deliberateness； and carriages rolled down the streets slowly。 People went silently in dark clothes； with no bright colors except here and there slashes across the breast of coat or dress。 The more slashes； the more proudly the wearer moved；